User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20160606042751/@comment-26024035-20160614011657

The two weasels were swimming desperately in the water, dog-paddling and stroking through the waves as they searched for something to cling to. And then Slank's eyes fell upon Swisher, and the weasel began swimming menacingly for the ferret. And his raft.